The bottom of the cliff valley.

They stayed at the bottom of the valley for a day and a night, and by the next night, Zimo was able to move.

And he can sit up, it seems that people who practice martial arts have a good physique. If it were someone else, it would take three or four days to sit up.

"In this barren mountain and wild place, you can only pick some wild fruits to eat." Lingxi handed the washed green fruits to the second son.

Zimo took it, but he didn't eat it, he looked at Lingxi, looking at her left hand.

"Don't worry, I've already tried this fruit, and it's not poisonous." Lingxi said.

Zimo continued: "What's the matter with that wound on your left hand? ”

Because I was so tired yesterday, I only saw the wound on Lingxi's left hand wrapped in a thick strip of cloth today, and the strip of cloth was still stained with old blood.

Lingxi subconsciously put down his left hand, pretending to be very careless and said, "It's okay, when I went out to pick herbs for you yesterday, I was accidentally scratched by a branch." ”

Zimo didn't find out that she was lying, and he didn't know that Lingxi cut his hand last night and gave him blood.

Lingxi had already thrown away the few medicine bottles, because she was afraid that the second son would find out. She only cares about the injury of her second son now, but she doesn't care about herself at all.

"You don't look good, wait for tonight, tomorrow morning we'll go out and find an exit out of here." Although Zimo was seriously injured, he still felt that he had to leave here quickly, otherwise he didn't know what unexpected situation he would find.

Suzaku Qisu, those seven killers, must not let go of themselves so easily. The last time they acted collectively was three years ago, and now they are suddenly appearing in Buzhou Mountain.

What kind of bloody rain will the appearance of Suzaku Qishu bring this time?

Lingxi took the freshly ground white powder and put it on the medicine bottle. She walked over and said, "Second son, it's time to change the dressing for your wound." ”

The wound on Zimo's left shoulder was deep and bleeding profusely, and when Lingxi tore open the bandaged strip of cloth, Zimo frowned painfully.

"If you don't take Ma Boiling Powder, can it relieve pain?" Lingxi asked him.

"Not necessarily." Zimo gritted his teeth and endured the pain, how strong perseverance it took to accept such pain.

Lingxi didn't say anything more, and then gave him medicine, if the wound was not treated well, if it became infected, the consequences would be unimaginable.

When Lingxi was almost done changing the medicine, she saw that there was a scar below the left shoulder, from the heart, that scar was very large, it seemed that she had been injured before, and that wound must be very large and deep.

"What's wrong?" Zimo saw that Lingxi suddenly stopped the movements in his hand.

"No, I just saw a scar under my left shoulder, it seems that you have also suffered a serious injury before?" Lingxi felt that it was not easy to be a swordsman at the moment, this sword had no eyes, and injuries were common.

When Zimo heard her ask, he remembered Linglong, the woman who also treated him when he was in the imperial capital.

"Do you remember anything?" Zimo suddenly asked like this, even he didn't believe it, and actually asked such a question.

Or is it that in Zimo's subconscious, Lingxi is Linglong, and they are likely to be the same person.

“？？？” Lingxi was surprised, she didn't understand what the second son was talking about?

Zimo turned around, stared at her, and then said, "I'm sorry!" ”

Lingxi only understood a little now, because she saw the sad eyes of the second son just now, and she seemed to understand a lot.

So she sat down and asked softly, "That...... The day before yesterday, when you were injured, you called a person's name. ”

Zimo doesn't remember what he said that day when he was injured and fell to the bottom?

"What did I say?" Zimo himself was also very curious, what did he say?

"You're calling the wrong name, you...... Call me Linglong? These inconsequential words should not have been mentioned, but Lingxi didn't know what was wrong, and suddenly wanted to know something about this woman.

When Zimo heard this, he suddenly understood that after three years, he couldn't let go of this matter in his heart.

"That's because she looks like you." Regarding the incident in the Imperial Capital City three years ago, Zimo never mentioned it to anyone.

But today, he said.

"That'...... She must be important to you, right? Lingxi didn't understand why she was saying these things, it was someone else's business, but she tried to understand.

Zimo's eyes became a little dazed, he paused for a moment, and then said slowly: "Three years ago, she ...... It's dead! ”

Lingxi thought of a lot of answers that he would hear, but he never expected that this answer was: three years ago, the woman had passed away.

Before this, the second son had always been relatively taciturn. But today, he said so much to himself, and he was willing to tell the thing he was hiding in his heart.

"The deceased is gone, don't be too sad for the second son." Lingxi didn't know what words to say to comfort.

Zimo looked at Lingxi and looked at this woman who looked exactly like Linglong. Suddenly, he wanted to talk about what had happened.

This woman, who not only looks the same, but also has the same temperament and hobbies, makes Zimo feel that Linglong has never passed away.

"Do you want to hear about three years ago?" Zimo looked at her who was sitting next to him leaning on the firewood, and suddenly wanted to tell her about it.

Astonished! Accidentally! Glad! Doubt! Curious!

These emotions were mixed together, Lingxi turned her head, she didn't dare to show too much of her inner emotions at this moment, for fear that the second son would feel disrespectful to the woman who had died.

Lingxi didn't speak, just nodded slightly.

The pile of firewood in front of him was burning, and through this lit firewood, Zimo clearly remembered the unforgettable incident in the Imperial Capital City three years ago.

At that time, it was the first time he went out on a mission. That memory, which had been dusted for three years, was now recalled.

Zimo thought that he had forgotten about that incident, but in reality, he still regretted what he did at that time.

If time could be turned back, then he would definitely save her, because in this world, there is no absolute right or wrong.

Because he didn't save Linglong, the woman who lived her life like a poem; the woman who would sit in the courtyard and play the guqin every day; That kind-hearted woman who is willing to save people.

She's like the wind,

Blowing away the smoke of the world.

Imperial Capital City,

The sound of the piano that will finally be played.

Distant and warm.

In that broken picture,

Brings back countless memories.

Looking back again,

Changed.